Don't Cuss the Fiddle

I scandalized my brother

While admitting that he sang some pretty songs

I'd heard that he'd been scandalizing me

And Lord, I knew that that was wrong

Well, I'm looking at it over somethin' cool

And feeling fool enough to see

What I had called my brother on

Now he had every right to call on me

Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy

Unless you want that fiddle out of tune

That picker there's in trouble boy

Ain't nothin' but another side of you

If we ever get to heaven boys

It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong

We're in this gig together

So let's settle down and steal each other's song

I found a wounded brother

Drinkin' bitterly away the afternoon

And soon enough he turned on me

Like he'd done every face in that saloon

Well, we cussed him to the ground

And said he couldn't even steal a decent song

But as soon as it was spoken

We was sad enough to wish that we were wrong

Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy

Unless you want that fiddle out of tune

That picker there's in trouble boy

Ain't nothin' but another side of you

If we ever get to heaven boys

It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong

We're in this gig together

So let's settle down and steal each other's song

I know that it sounds silly

But I think that I just stole somebody's song

She's a good hearted woman

In love with a good two timin' man

And she loves him in spite of the way

That she don't understand

And if tear drops and laughters [Incomprehensible]